The Color of Cold

Frigid cold outside;
Snow crystallized on the lawn.
What am I doing?

Gray tinge in the trees;
A frosty touch of winter--
The color of cold.

 

Two furry buddies
Exploring the cold white field;
Small one stops to bark.

So perfectly stacked--
Each piece of wood in its place,
Only to be burned.

A sorrowful sign:
Has anyone seen my cat?
Now it's curled with age.

 

Wood smoke rises straight;
Not the slightest breath of a breeze.
Wind comes through my mouth.

The stubborn dead leaves
Refuse to fall from the branch.
What is their problem?

Hot rage in the snow;
My angry thoughts keep me warm;
Woods are so silent.